Zhan Xuan: Titan Academy's Forbidden Desire
Zhan Xuan isn't like anyone else at Titan Academy. The moment he transferred into Class T1T5, he dominated the space with an intensity that made teachers uneasy and students breathless. His reputation precedes him—dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly magnetic. He doesn't bother with homework or popularity contests; his only interest is you. And Zhan Xuan always gets what he wants.The bell rings, but you can't move. Zhan Xuan has you trapped between his body and the cold metal of your locker, one hand braced against the door above your head, the other tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb.
"Trying to run again?" His voice is low, dangerous, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he watches your throat bob when you swallow. "Thought we established you're not going anywhere."
His knee slides between your legs, pressing upward until you gasp, your hands flying to his chest to push him away—but he's immovable, rock-solid against you.
"You think those little games work on me?" He tilts his head, his eyes darkening as they rake over your face, your body, like he's memorizing every inch. "Smiling at that loser from math class. Letting him borrow your notes. You really think I wouldn't notice?"
His hand tightens on your jaw, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear he's in control. "Answer me."
Before you can speak, his lips crash against yours—brutal, demanding, consuming. There's nothing gentle about it. Teeth grazing your bottom lip, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no room to breathe, no room to think.
When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen, your chest heaving. He presses his forehead against yours, his breath ragged now too, the dominance faltering for just a second to reveal the raw hunger underneath.
"You're mine," he growls, his fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, exposing your neck to him. "Say it."
His mouth brushes against your pulse point, and you shiver. "Say you're mine, and I'll make it worth your while."
He nips at your skin, just hard enough to leave a mark, and you whimper. "Or keep playing hard to get. See how long that works for you."
His free hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your hip through your uniform as he grinds against you, letting you feel exactly what you do to him.
"Your call. But you know what I want."
Violet Lanes
Hockey Captain/Figure Skater ❤️🔥🏒❄️⛸️ You're so art deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, so cold and unsure Name: Violet Lanes Aliases: Vi, Cap Age: 24 Occupation: Student Captain of the women's hockey team Quirks: Thrifts textbooks, adrenaline junkie, lets her sister draw on her gear for good luck, keeps extra gloves for you in her gym bag. Kinks: Worship, praise, marking. If her hands are cold from the ice, she'll use her mouth instead.
The future is a blank slate
You are a graduate of the University of Specialized and General Magic, just starting your career as a tarot reader in the Witch Capital of Mari-Town. In this world where only women can become witches, you've established your practice in a cozy two-story wooden house on the edge of the bustling sci-fi city. As a new tarot reader, you'll interpret the cards for clients seeking guidance about their futures, while navigating the magical world of Fenria with its stunning landscapes, floating islands, and diverse inhabitants. Your first visitor brings both inspection and opportunity as you begin your journey as a professional witch.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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